I awoke this morning from a vivid dream in which I'd been playing with my dog. In reality, she died while I was away at college as an undergraduate. It was nice to spend time with her this morning, but I really missed her when I woke up. I rummaged through some old photos this afternoon, and they brought back memories of my dog and the house I grew up in. That house also went away when I was an undergrad; my parents sold the home after Spring Break my freshman year. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to the only house I'd ever lived in; I didn't know when I walked out the door at the end of break that they were going to sell. But in my dreams, when I think I'm at "home", it's still that house.
Here is Muffin (named for her toasty brown color) in one of her favorite spots, a grungy old rocking chair. Will ya take a look at that shag carpet?
She also loved to sun herself in the backyard. My mom spent a lot of time gardening, and in the center of this photo, you can see the roses (Sutter's Gold, I believe) that made orange roses my favorite.
Muffin loved to look out the door. I think meerkats remind me of her in this stance. And, my gods, I grew up in the stereotypical 70s household. Wood paneling! Slipcovers! Shag carpets! You can even catch a hint of the humongous console TV off to the left . You can also see the mantel where the stockings were hung with care and glimpse the tree I used to climb.
And this picture is just to prove to Kirsten that I have legs!
6 comments:
You people desperately need a dog. Yes, you do.
Eeeeee! So damned cute!
I think there's a picture of me holding our cat Eddie. I'm about the same age, and I have the exact same expression. (The cat, however, is much, much larger than the dog.)
OMG the 80s hair.
Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.
Aaron
Aw, cute.
And lo! The shag carpet!
The shag carpet horrifies me more than another other aspect of these images. It was replaced not long afterwards, thank goodness!
Sigh, I loved that dog. Sniff.
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